Chapter 226 If you provoke him, it will not end well
Feng Yuyan's car.
Wen Zheng had closed his eyes since he got in the car and said nothing, as if he was the one being held hostage.
Feng Yuyan smelled the faint smell of blood in the air and subconsciously glanced at Wen Zheng's left leg. She couldn't help but frown and said, "Do I need to take you to the hospital first?"
Wen Zheng slowly opened his eyes, looked at the increasingly dense lights outside the car window, and said calmly: "Let's find a place to eat first."
"Still thinking about eating?"
There was silence in the car for a moment, and then Feng Yuyan muttered, "Either you are a dog-faced person, or you have mania. Those who don't know would think you have been wronged a lot."
Wen Zheng rolled his eyes at him and chuckled, "Don't I feel wronged?"
Feng Yuyan opened her mouth but said nothing.
Not long after, Wen Zheng's cell phone rang.
The caller was Lin Qi. I asked him where he was. He just went out to buy a meal, why didn't he come back?
Wen Zheng gave a few perfunctory words, saying that he had met a fanatical fan and was ready to return.
Seeing him hang up the phone, Feng Yuyan suddenly asked: "Do you really want to quit the industry? According to the general cycle, with your current fame, it won't be a problem for you to be popular for another ten years. Why are you like a turtle, always thinking about it?
Hide in your shell."
Wen Zheng ignored him and looked at the time. It was almost one o'clock in the morning.
Feng Yuyan kept asking endless questions. Wen Zheng was driven to a panic and said angrily: "Is it okay if I quit the circle and become a monk? Does it have anything to do with you?"
"A monk?"
Feng Yuyan curled her lips, "That will be a pain for your rumored girlfriend worth tens of millions."
"Do you know what a Taoist companion is?"
"I don't know if you are a Taoist couple or not, but a question suddenly occurred to me. Do you want to know what it is?"
Wen Zheng ignored her.
Feng Yuyan thought to herself and said: "With thousands of rumored girlfriends, how many hats do you have to wear every day? Tsk tsk, it's more than enough to run a ranch."
"Okay, when the time comes, are you going to herd the sheep? Or breed them?"
Wen Zheng sneered.
"you!"
Feng Yuyan glared at him and held it in for a long time before two words popped out of her mouth, "Vulgar!"
"Stop ahead."
Wen Zheng pointed to the small hospital that was still open in the distance.
Not long after.
Feng Yuyan followed Wen Zheng into the hospital. The doctor on duty looked at the four to five centimeter long wound on Wen Zheng's leg and asked in a deep voice: "How did you do it? If you hurt your hamstring a little more, I'm afraid your leg will be damaged."
big trouble."
Wen Zheng replied casually: "I was scratched by an iron piece while walking, please take care of it."
"Iron sheets?"
The doctor took a deep look at him, and then beckoned: "Come with me, your wound is not big, but it is quite deep. I will disinfect you first, then put anesthesia on you and sew a few stitches. The stitches will be removed in a few days."
It’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”
Wen Zheng refused: "Forget about stitches, don't use anesthetics, just wrap it up for me."
"With such a deep wound, it will be very slow to heal if it is not sutured."
The doctor couldn't help but remind him.
Wen Zheng said impatiently: "I'm in a hurry."
If the wound hadn't been really deep, it would have scabbed over after he slept. After all, he had swallowed the small pills given by the system, and no one knew his physical condition better than him.
The doctor stopped talking nonsense after hearing this.
Feng Yuyan hesitated several times, but in the end she did not dare to persuade Wen Zheng.
Soon, the doctor began to rinse the wound with disinfectant water. The blood clots between the rolled skin and flesh flowed away with the disinfectant water, and Bai Sensen's leg bones and flesh were clearly visible.
Wen's face was expressionless.
Feng Yuyan's eyes evaded, a little scared and disgusted, but quite curious.
When the doctor took out the tweezers and picked up a piece of gauze dipped in disinfectant, and painted Bai Sensen's leg bones dark yellow, and when blood started to gush out from between the skin and flesh, Feng Yuyan instantly felt her stomach churn, as if something was about to wash away.
Comes out the same.
Wen Zheng glanced at Feng Yuyan, who was squatting in the corner retching, and said casually: "Help me go to the small restaurant opposite to buy a meal and take it away."
Feng Yuyan, as if she had been granted amnesty, walked a few steps, suddenly turned around and said with some emotion: "You'd better put on anesthetic and sew two stitches."
Wen Zheng laughed: "I won't give you anything."
Feng Yuyan instantly became angry, stomped her feet, snorted coldly, and walked away without looking back.
Inside the small restaurant.
After Feng Yuyan ordered four dishes and one soup, she became more and more angry as she sat in the lobby waiting, so she went to the back kitchen to find the boss and chef.
She ordered: "Put more salt in the dishes for me. I have a strong taste."
"okay!"
The fat chef chuckled and added another half a spoonful of salt to the dish that was about to be cooked.
Feng Yuyan said in a deep voice: "Put in two more spoons."
The fat chef was stunned, looked at Feng Yuyan blankly, and said in surprise: "Put two more spoons of salt?! Did I hear you right? This is a soup spoon."
"Just let it go. There's so much nonsense. I like my food to be salty."
Feng Yuyan gradually became angry.
Seeing this, the fat chef fortunately turned off the fire and said with a smile: "This beauty, you don't have a strong taste. If you add two spoons of salt, the dogs won't eat it, let alone humans. If there is a problem...
…”
"Snapped!"
Feng Yuyan slapped a hundred-dollar bill on the table, "I bought your salt."
The fat chef glanced at the banknotes and thought to himself that this meal would earn a hundred or so yuan, but if she added salt like she did, there would be no problems with the meal.
Just when he was about to speak, Feng Yuyan took out another hundred-dollar bill and asked, "Can you help me?"
The fat chef hesitated for a moment, turned on the fire again, and said with a serious face: "Don't come to me if something happens, we have to make this clear first."
Ten minutes later.
When Feng Yuyan came out with the meal, Wen Zheng was already standing by the car smoking a cigarette.
She smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid that I will leave?"
Wen Zheng ignored her and just knocked on the car door, signaling her to get in the car quickly.
After getting in the car, Feng Yuyan asked: "Send you home?"
Wen Zheng looked her up and down, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Then where do you want to go? Oh... I understand, you even brought a camera. Sorry, I don't understand the style."
Feng Yuyan looked confused, obviously not understanding what Wen Zheng's words meant.
Fortunately, Wen Zheng added: "But you have to use your ID card. I don't take that thing with me when I go out."
Feng Yuyan was ashamed and annoyed. She stepped on the floor oil and the car rushed out like an arrow. Wen Zheng pressed tightly on the backrest with inertia.
Not long after, the car stopped at the entrance of Wenzheng Community.
When Feng Yuyan saw Wen Zheng raising his hand to open the door, she asked in disbelief: "Did you really just ask me to take you back?"
"if not?"
Wen Zheng was also confused, "I told you to open a room for in-depth communication, but you didn't go, so why wouldn't I go home in the middle of the night?"
Feng Yuyan exhaled heavily, obviously trying her best to suppress her anger.
She said in a deep voice: "There must be a reason. Are you worried that we have a back-up plan?"
Wen Zheng laughed and said nonchalantly: "So be it. Who wouldn't hesitate to die, especially those who have died once, who know that living well is more important than anything else."
He looked at Feng Yuyan, whose face was filled with resentment, and knew that she might have misunderstood and thought that this was a threat to his brother.
So he said again: "You can think of me as a lazy little person who doesn't want to make progress. I really don't want to get involved in your family's affairs. Even if I had this idea in the afternoon, my anger is gone now. We are all even. From now on
We'll never interact with each other until we die. But the premise is that you don't mess with me again."
"So you still thought about helping Feng Xiaoyong, right?"
Feng Yuyan said ferociously.
Wen Zheng said with a smile: "After bullying someone, why don't you fight back? To tell you the truth, this is the first time I've been injured in a head-on fight with someone. If it weren't for your father's sake, your brother would at least have to be in intensive care today.
room."
Feng Yuyan didn't speak, she just looked in the rearview mirror.
She knew very well how powerful her brother's driver was, and from this she knew even more about Wen Zheng's miraculous skills.
Wen Zheng picked up the packed meal, opened the car door but did not rush to get out of the car, and said: "Actually, you should think carefully, how can the combination of me and Feng Xiaoyong threaten you? Just because I can fight with you
Dad, can you say a few words? You don’t think your dad can be so stupid, do you?”
"That's true."
Feng Yuyan sneered.
"Hey, that's right."
Wen Zheng got out of the car, closed the door and waved his hand, "I won't send it off."
Feng Yuyan watched Wen Zhengyuan go away, and then the car in the rearview mirror slowly followed her.
"Miss, let me escort you home first."
The driver of Feng Yutang said.
Feng Yuyan paused and suddenly asked: "What is Wen Zheng's level?"
The driver smiled bitterly.
He thought about it seriously and said: "Let me tell you this, if the average person's combat power is five, then I am definitely at the level of eight. In the entire Dragon Kingdom, I only know about nine to ten people.
The number. I mean real kung fu, not the kind in the ring where you only win or lose."
"As for Wen Zheng, from what I saw tonight, he is definitely over ten. Even my master has only heard of such a person. So... Haha, I think it's better to forget it. It really pisses him off.
It doesn’t end well.”
Feng Yuyan said nothing and drove away.
The driver sighed and then drove the car to follow.
Feng family.
Feng Shixiong said nothing after listening to the secretary's report.
The secretary hesitated and said: "I think Wen Zheng has gone too far. The eldest young master has a broken rib. Look at this..."
Feng Shixiong raised his eyelids and glanced at his secretary, who quickly fell silent.
There was a little silence in the house.
Feng Shixiong said slowly: "Let them go. I think Wen Zheng is also a good whetstone. It depends on whether Yutang has the courage. Tomorrow you send the money to Wen Zheng and get the song back as soon as possible.
, don’t interfere in other matters.”
The secretary asked: "Does he want to accept it?"
Feng Shixiong pondered for a moment and then ordered: "Then give the money to Feng Xiaoyong and let him take care of it. Just help me spend the money."
"This... as far as I know, the eldest young master plans to give him those theaters that are almost bankrupt. If you give him money at this time, I'm afraid he may not spend it on Wen Zheng."
The secretary said cautiously.
Feng Shixiong smiled and said: "Those theaters that are almost bankrupt are what I mean."
The secretary's pupils shrank suddenly, and finally he just smiled and nodded.
the other side.
When Wen Zheng returned home, Lin Qizheng was eating instant noodles.
"Did you go to other provinces to buy food?"
Lin Qi said, shrugging her nose, "What does this smell like on you?"
"Here! Don't eat instant noodles late at night."
Wen Zheng put the food in his hands on the table, "Eat quickly, I'll go up and change clothes first, and I'll tell you about the singing competition later."
Lin Qi seemed to notice the damage to Wen Zheng's left leg pants by smell.
She asked in surprise: "Are you injured? Why does the disinfectant smell so strong? Does it matter?"
Wen Zheng made a silent gesture and said in a low voice: "It's okay, the trouble is solved. Eat your food honestly, I bought it for you all the way."
Lin Qi didn't ask any more questions. Looking at the four dishes and one soup on the table, she couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
Before Wen Zheng went upstairs, he heard Lin Qi yelling: "Bah, bah, bah! Where can I buy rice here? Salt is free."
Wen Zheng stumbled and chose to turn a deaf ear for a moment.